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I moved into a house in Jamaica Plain, on Gayhead St. I live with men in their late 20's and I hope to soon be listening to Sox games on the 30 year old radio in the kitchen while eating tomato soup and wearing my slippers. The house is large and sunny, walls adorned with mirrors and latino nick-nacks. We have a black box, on which I can watch five channels of porn any time I want.
Well, not ANY time.
Out with the old and in with the new. How appropriate.
Fewer of my days have been spent at Linden Street. I miss Mike. I stopped by to take a walk with him today, and It felt strange and forced at first. Some vague sense of normalcy returned once we were nearing our goodbyes, but I wonder if the goodbye was the only thing that made the both of us eager, or content with being there.
I shouldn't say,"the both of us." I can't speak for myself, let alone for him.
Frankie and I, in the meantime [well, even before disaster struck with Mike] have been inseperable. I learn something new and fresh about him everyday, and in turn I've felt inspired to change a few of the habits that form the foundation of my lifestyle.
I've been busy with work and happy with Frankie and though I miss alot of people, I've also been seeing alot of people that I haven't had the chance to see in awhile. If you think you might like to play wiffleball, fly one of my kites or sit on my porch with me and play poker then please drop me a line. My new phone number can be yours in a heartbeat, and if you've felt ignored... don't worry. I'm comming.
I moved into a house in Jamaica Plain, on Gayhead St. I live with men in their late 20's and I hope to soon be listening to Sox games on the 30 year old radio in the kitchen while eating tomato soup and wearing my slippers. The house is large and sunny, walls adorned with mirrors and latino nick-nacks. We have a black box, on which I can watch five channels of porn any time I want.
Well, not ANY time.
Out with the old and in with the new. How appropriate.
Fewer of my days have been spent at Linden Street. I miss Mike. I stopped by to take a walk with him today, and It felt strange and forced at first. Some vague sense of normalcy returned once we were nearing our goodbyes, but I wonder if the goodbye was the only thing that made the both of us eager, or content with being there.
I shouldn't say,"the both of us." I can't speak for myself, let alone for him.
Frankie and I, in the meantime [well, even before disaster struck with Mike] have been inseperable. I learn something new and fresh about him everyday, and in turn I've felt inspired to change a few of the habits that form the foundation of my lifestyle.
I've been busy with work and happy with Frankie and though I miss alot of people, I've also been seeing alot of people that I haven't had the chance to see in awhile. If you think you might like to play wiffleball, fly one of my kites or sit on my porch with me and play poker then please drop me a line. My new phone number can be yours in a heartbeat, and if you've felt ignored... don't worry. I'm comming.